Wakefields

hidden between bustops, these fields kind of remind me of pennsylvannia. it isn't very sunny in england, but it does rain quite often. the green trees and fields, the power lines stretched up in the heavens over our heads. black cords, modern magic connecting the expanses of nature. even the pollen in my eyes makes me think of home.

If you're lucky enough to have looked through my pictures you now get an update on life in leeds. It is in fact drawing to a close. i attempted to draw out my time here and found a job working at the Radisson hotel, but august will see me back in huntingdon in time for classes to begin again. i fly back to the states on august 2nd. i'll spend some quality time in coopersburg with family and friends before moving into the house in huntingdon with jon, kazia, ross and the numerous pets. i'm not sure i'm ready to think and write about summing up my experiences here. i've met so many people and seen so many different places. i dont think i really started to understand england until a week or two ago, and i'm still baffled most of the time. anna and i nearly got hit crossing the street in wakefield. and catching a bus is largely a matter of luck. why they insist on driving on the other side of the road, no one will ever understand. but england is more than driving on the other side of the road, pubs, pints and popular culture. i wish i could expand. yet i think i have learned a few things along the way, even if they have nothing to do with england. wow, that was all real vague.